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Up by the waterfalls. A story by Thorgils the Wanderer.
This is the first edition of this banned book.
They had been speechless for a moment; nature had fascinated them; drawn them to unite; disappear into one whole; connect human life, earthly life, water and air; flow into a sacred union; total oblivion and bliss. They walked side by side, tightly together, hearing and feeling the frequent and trembling pulse of their veins; feeling not only their own hearts beating heavily and difficultly, but also each other's hearts groaning under the overwhelming force.
"Are you cold... are you cold, Gróa?"
"No - I'm hot -- too hot."
Both stood still and looked into each other's eyes; then they fell together; chest to chest; wrapped each other's arms, their lips met in a burning kiss - a moment, two or three, perhaps longer, for the moment was so short, the kiss so tight and intense. Then they released their embrace, stood apart from each other, but now both looked down. The moon stood silent and pale, the river roared, the hammers hung, the fins glowed, and the ray stick burned on the water. Nature was not changed at all, only it seemed to them that the waterfall sang louder and brighter than before.
"My Lord -- what have we done?" It was Gróa who managed to speak first.
"What have we done? --- Oh, it is impossible for me to say how much I love you."
"Geirmundur, I love you too; love you, as if you were twenty, -- Oh, I have never loved before..."
This is the first edition of this banned book.
They had been speechless for a moment; nature had fascinated them; drawn them to unite; disappear into one whole; connect human life, earthly life, water and air; flow into a sacred union; total oblivion and bliss. They walked side by side, tightly together, hearing and feeling the frequent and trembling pulse of their veins; feeling not only their own hearts beating heavily and difficultly, but also each other's hearts groaning under the overwhelming force.
"Are you cold... are you cold, Gróa?"
"No - I'm hot -- too hot."
Both stood still and looked into each other's eyes; then they fell together; chest to chest; wrapped each other's arms, their lips met in a burning kiss - a moment, two or three, perhaps longer, for the moment was so short, the kiss so tight and intense. Then they released their embrace, stood apart from each other, but now both looked down. The moon stood silent and pale, the river roared, the hammers hung, the fins glowed, and the ray stick burned on the water. Nature was not changed at all, only it seemed to them that the waterfall sang louder and brighter than before.
"My Lord -- what have we done?" It was Gróa who managed to speak first.
"What have we done? --- Oh, it is impossible for me to say how much I love you."
"Geirmundur, I love you too; love you, as if you were twenty, -- Oh, I have never loved before..."